Young fruit in a vintage bowl

Confident, polished, classy, classic, champagne ladies always turned me on. My manhood would throb whenever such a lady aroused my sensory attention through her presence. To my surprise, revolt was the last thought to cross most of these fine womens' minds. Most were exhilarated at the thought of a tall, extremely athletic, blonde, blue eyed, statuesque 25 year old yearning to plough them senseless. In fact, on many occasions, these bold but not brash timeless beauties eauties imeless beauties would often test to see if my evident passions towards them could be unleashed like a captive wild beast.. I contained my urges successfully until the day i moved town. It was a reasonably sized place and there was a good sized bustling hug of shops where i worked. Being a bit eco-freak and to stay in shape i thought I'd save the planet and some serious pennys by walking to work. That was the first time i stumbled upon the Book Queen. My heart was palpitating like crazy while my penis turned to wood. She was all alone in a store surrounded by the cream of literature. She wore a delicious lacy frilled blouse which allowed one to trace the outline of her bra. Her nipples were solid so whatever she was reading was keeping her fixated on getting around to turning the next page. The phone rang and she briskly stood up. As she hung up it must have dawned on her that some books needed to be shelved. Seeing her on the stool was like seeing a golden haired angel on a pedestal. She was short but her legs were shapely. She clearly worked out. Her lips sported a subtle hue of gentle scarlet which did not mask the beauty of her lips. Her sumptuous ass was like a muffin i just wanted to butter with my male love knife. al weeks i kept up this unknown voyeurism adding layer upon layer of new qualities which lured me back to see her. Little things from the way she tossed her hair to tge way pucked up her lips as she seductively applied her mouth watering lipstick to her sweet strawberry lips. Seeing her eat was my favourite pursuit. I nearly lost it one time when she was sinking a creamed eclair. Seeing that white cream smeared all over her kissable lips nearly made me explode in my pants. Seeing her lizard like tongue cleaning it off was just as hard to prevent a sexual Chernobyl inside my trousers. She was there and no body else. I wanted her and she didn't even know it. After much contemplating i finally found the courage to enter the store. She seemed at first astonished that i had entered her world. Are you lost? She asked. No, i hastily replied. I want book. A gentle rose tinge came over her face with a soft giggle. She already knew young man was not here for book. Well, we have many book she gleefully responded and i would be delighted to show you around the store. From that point on all that seaped from her rose bud lips seemed like gobbly gook. I was too absorbed on the fetching package which was for eyes what seeing a block of chocolate was to a young child. The Book Queen had the daintiest of feet i had ever seen. Her fingers while aged were graceful and elegant glazing over the books that i dreamt were my love baton. To add to my agony, she was wearing a relatively flappy short skirt which allowed me to see further than I'd ever gone before. And i knew that she knew that reading Shakespeare was not on my mind. As she ascended up a ladder i caught sight of tightest little purse and backside I'd ever laid my eyes on. All thanks to kind G string which beckoned my undivided attention to her stunning assets. She came down from the ladder with a strange grin inscribed over her marble face. It seems as if something has got your attention. Then i saw her suddenly brightly lit sea emerald eyes darting down towards my package. I i. Shhh she said placing a finger on my lips. I've been dreaming of this day for 20 plus years. Her hand gently rolled down finding its way towards my throbbing cock. She unravelled my garments to reveal my throbbing meat. Do you like felatio, young man? Iii ii. Because I'm going blow job yiu dry. Her tongue enveloped the head of my John turning it from a limp pale sausage into an iron red wand. Oh yeah suck it suck i bellowed as she kept on teasing my granny loving cock. That's when in arousal i clasped her hair that turned out to be a wig. Deprived of her shell she seemed to loss faith in herself and her abilities as she shrunk back ashamedly. Under the gold toupee lay a seductive silver lining of 50 shades of grey which made my hunger to plunder her with my youthful and eager to learn pork sword all the more insistent. I gripped her head with my two hands and pushed my steel back into her oral receptor. I was forcing her suck with such intensity i still wonder how she was even able to breathe

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